storm gusts of winter's day
for restful death i beg
ere that sun does wake
drown my sins, black memory!

freezing have i felt, what dark days seen,
in sleep a king

mounted on the wind your bareness
comes to touch the seals

never resting time leads summer on,
my heart is slain
within this wound which iron did impress
there will a river whispering run
the very birds are mute,
they dread the winter's near
their sighs, they wet my eyes
drown my world with weeping earnesty

too hot the eye of heaven shined
anon the tunnel i will find
praise deep vermilion in the rose
what tree or stone does want a soul?

light, thy picture in my sight
it's held within his hands
it's grounded in my heart
disguised in prial veils